Not at All

Huhh huhh huhh
Yo
Poppin my shit
And I'm poppin off
I drop dick off in ya bitch
And then I drop her off
I told Mally don't
Still shot them up
And shot them all
Pockets knotted up
You tryin what?
Not at all
Not at all
Naw nigga not at all
If I don't @ them
When I'm at them
Then its not for y'all
Not at all
Naw nigga not at all
But you want smoke
Come and get it cause we got it all
Sticks and stones break bones
Words don't hurt me
Whoever said that
Ain't get told on in the first place
Young'n got a stick
And he stoned off a perky
Young'n in the mix
Won't be long before they murk eem
I'm from a city that
Get busy when them semis clap
If you ain't bust'n
Niggas duckin or they sprintin laps
Let off some shots
If they ain't rock him then they spinnin back
No fucks given how they liven
When they given wreck
Told her suck it slow when she given neck
She diggin me, I dig in her
Never give her checks
You dissin me, watch your mouth
Cause your chin will check
Or I could put a bag where you brag
And just spend a check
Poppin my shit
And I'm poppin off
I drop dick off in ya bitch
And then I drop her off
I told Mally don't
Still shot them up
And shot them all
Pockets knotted up
You tryin what?
Not at all
Not at all
Naw nigga not at all
If I don't @ them
When I'm at them
Then its not for y'all
Not at all
Naw nigga not at all
But you want smoke
Come and get it cause we got it all
Pull up bet that hoe look
I'm from southwest so I don't look
Gettin lil more money
So them bitches given more looks
The new me try legit shit
The old me was a whole crook
Before chiraq had a o block
I could tell you how a o cook
Im talkin pot rocks
The water gotta sizzle with it
Then move the rock
Like my handle gotta dribble with it
Was little with it, had only did it a little minute
But til this day
If you need it I could middle man it
No middles with it
Pick a side or we gone fuck you all up
I pass the strap
Tell him fetch
And he gone fuck ya dog up
That murder business
I'm at Lennox
Tryna fuck the mall up
He sent a text sayin done
Cause I won't pick the call up
Poppin my shit
And I'm poppin off
I drop dick off in ya bitch
And then I drop her off
I told Mally don't
Still shot them up
And shot them all
Pockets knotted up
You tryin what?
Not at all
Not at all
Naw nigga not at all
If I don't @ them
When I'm at them
Then its not for y'all
Not at all
Naw nigga not at all
But you want smoke
Come and get it cause we got it all
We got it all
We got it all
Southwest side to be exact nigga
This that movemaka shit in real life
Understand that



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Writer(s): Fakefree Kp
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